In the cell on the third floor, James had just eaten a big meal, fish and meat, and a glass of red wine.

He wiped his mouth with a napkin and burped pleasantly.

He was originally a stevedore at the dock of the Mars base, but because he was dissatisfied with the management of his boss, he lost control after a drunken experience, not only killed his boss, but also raped and killed his boss's wife and daughter, blood flowed all over the ground, and the scene was terrible.

After committing such a felony, he thought he would be sentenced to death immediately, but he was hooded and sent to this prison planet to become a participant in the Creator Project.

When he first arrived, he was still a little uncomfortable, not only was he harshly managed, he did not have any human rights, but he also had to face the oppression of old prisoners.

But soon, in a clash in a cell, he killed an old prisoner in the same cell, and cut off the other's head and threw it outside, and his fate changed.

He was sentenced to three months of confinement, plus three months of harsh labor, and when he returned to Area E 8, all the prisoners stayed away from him, and everyone had fear in their eyes.

James was a little puzzled at first, but it wasn't until Dennis approached him and asked him if he would like to participate in a life-and-death fight against another Zone E inmate, that he began to understand a little.

What is practiced here is the law of respect for the strong, everyone is a prisoner, there is no human rights, and even the bad ones are similar to pigs and dogs, they are all experiments.

Then, in this case, the stronger, more ferocious, and more capable of fighting the experimental object will be more useful, and the more it will be appreciated by the manager!

Here, the laws of human civilization are useless, and some only fight and survive!

Thinking about this, he readily agreed to Dennis's request, and made a condition, as long as he won, Dennis would give him a certain share of the reward, so that he could buy genetic enhancement liquid, further strengthen his body, and win more games and bets for Dennis.

Dennis agreed, and in that life-and-death fight, he used his fierce nature to beat his poor opponent to the point where he broke all his bones and collapsed to the ground as if he had become a puddle of mud.

Dennis was very satisfied and gave him a lot of bonuses, so he used all the winnings to buy genetic enhancement liquid, strengthen his body to be more perverted, and keep winning matches for Dennis.

Soon, he earned the nickname "Humstrand" and became the unprovoked prison bully in the entire E-8 District, and began to enjoy all kinds of preferential treatments, such as food and red wine in front of him.

After five years in Division E8, his physical fitness has already reached Civilian Level 3, and he is sure to win three straight fights in individual fights.

It's just that, in private, he and Dennis have reached some kind of deal, as long as he continues to stay in E-8, be one of Dennis's dogs, help him make money and do some dirty things that are inconvenient to do, Dennis will give him enough convenience and benefits to make him live comfortably here.

In that case, why go to the next level of harsherness, to face challenges that he may not be able to face?

After five years in this prison, he was faintly afraid that he was among the poorly qualified inmates in Section E, and if he really had to enter Section D......

Remembering the last time he was brought out of Area D, the prisoner was covered in an inch of green hair, his eyes glowed green, and he wailed and rolled like a ghost, and scared him so much that his legs and stomach turned tendons, and at Dennis's order, he carried the unlucky guy to the incinerator and burned him quickly.

Since then, he has had an unspeakable fear of the Creator Project, and he doesn't want to be promoted to Area D even if he is killed, so it's good to stay in Area E 8 and be a prison bully!

There must be a demon hiding at the bottom of this prison, and it's better to get by like this, he thought to himself.

……

"Huh? What is this kid doing? He lay on the bed with his head in his arms for a long time, and suddenly found that in the confinement room opposite downstairs, the yellow-skinned monkey named Wang Ping was jumping and jumping in the cell.

He suddenly became interested, rolled over and got out of bed, walked to the railing of the cell, and looked downstairs into the confinement cell.

I saw that Wang Ping was half-squatting, with his hands raised in front of his chest, dodging left and right with a posture, and from time to time he also made one or two punches, and he also simulated the appearance of being hit by his opponent, with a muffled snort in his mouth, his body shook and retreated, and even flew out upside down.

“What the Fuck?” His eyes widened, he was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed, and shouted to the cell next to him: "Smith, come and see, that yellow-skinned monkey downstairs is cultivating." ”

The men in the cell next to him immediately came to the railing, and after looking at it for a while, they laughed happily, pointed down and shouted: "Boss, look at that yellow-skinned monkey, he jumps and twists, is he crazy?" ”

At this time, Fang Hao's eyes were slightly closed, and there were words in his mouth, if he listened closely, he would hear him saying: "The tenth set of youth radio gymnastics begins, step walking, one-two-three-four, two-two-three-four, three-two-three-four......"

James and his subordinate Smith stared at it for a long time, and they didn't see what kind of fighting skills this was, they just felt like dancing but not dancing, like gymnastics but not gymnastics, in short, it was a four-like thing.

"Damn, boss, isn't this yellow-skinned monkey really crazy? Do you want Chief Dennis to assign him to you? Smith scratched his head.

A sinister smile flashed in James's fierce eyes, and he grinned: "The yellow-skinned monkeys are very cunning, have you forgotten the one that was assigned to me last time?" Look at the skinny little one, and give me a fucking awesome blow as soon as you turn around! As he spoke, he licked his teeth angrily, revealing his upper teeth that had been knocked out in half.

"That's right, the yellow-skinned monkeys are very cunning, boss, don't be careless this time!" Smith remembered how powerful the skinny Chinese was last time, and he actually made the fierce boss suffer a loss one-on-one, and he couldn't help but shudder.

James snorted, his two eyes firmly fixed on Fang Hao's body, silently remembering Fang Hao's every move in his heart.

He is a muscular man on the surface, but he is very meticulous and even vicious in his heart, otherwise he would not have survived in this cruel prison planet for five years, and he would have been mixed into the position of the prison bully in Area E 8.

……

In the remote cell on the other side, the two only two Chinese prisoners in Area E 8, the seventh and sixth were also paying attention to Fang Hao's movements.

"Old Seven, what is this Wang Ping doing? Is he cultivating? Why don't I know this martial arts at all? The tall Asian sixth stabbed the slender seventh next to him.

Lao Qi glanced at Fang Hao's side, wrinkled his upturned nose, and showed a speechless expression on his face, "No!" This 4387 is dancing the tenth set of youth radio gymnastics, is he going to rely on this to deal with James? ”

"Huh? The 10th set of youth radio gymnastics? What is it? Isn't it amazing? The sixth man's eyes showed curiosity, and he jumped a few times following Fang Hao's movements.

"You're a pig! Don't know this? As long as you have studied in Huaxia high school on the earth, you know it! Lao Qi rolled his eyes.

"Hehe, you forgot, I ...... I didn't go to a high school on Earth, I was from Jupiter's colony base, and we were in high school where star-racing was popular, unlike you from Earth. The sixth child scratched his head with a look of envy.

Lao Qi rolled his eyes speechlessly, pouted and said, "This 4387 must be a big idiot, don't look at it, I'll go to sleep!" He turned around and went back to bed and fell asleep.

The sixth child scratched his head in confusion, and had to go back to sleep, but in his heart he was praying that this emaciated compatriot would survive smoothly.